Life the univers and everything
My son just this very moment asked me, I was cuddling him and telling him how I loved him and he said, what is life daddy? how does it happen? so I went off on a deep philosophical explanation with him, about half a minuet in his eyes glaze over and he interrupts me to ask if we were having chocolate quasons for breakfast.
I love it when then ask questions that show they are thinking about stuff bigger then themselves : )
No, the coop baker wasn't in this morning, or she came in late as there wasn't anything interesting, so we got some of those French milk bread things cant remember the name, they aren't fresh they come in a packet.
Awwwww....
Shame about the chocolate quasons :)
Well it is interesting to know how their grasshopper minds jump around. I was once telling my Mum a very long and involved story about how my son (then 2) had been backwards and forwards to the loo on the train (he liked pressing the button for the sliding door) so in the end I said if you want another wee you will have to use the potty (thinking he wouldnt squeeze one out) anyway, he said he needed the potty and lo and behold, he sat on it, did an enormous poo and I had to walk down a swaying train to the loo to empty and sanitize it.. :D
So, I am telling my Mum this story and she laughed and said "Oh J...., is that true?" and he said "Yes, AND I had a Polo!" The mint was obviously more significant to him than the long walk I had to do down that train :oops:
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Louise
Good job the train did not suddenly jolt to a stop, otherwise someone could have found thenselves in a very messy situation!
C-L
eeeewwwwwwwwwwww
I thought my vomit and pooh days were over, they are five and seven now.. but then I got a dog! and now I'm back to following someone round cleaning up pooh and sick. Our dog is at this very moment banished to the back garden (concrete space) due to it's recent inability to control its bladder and lower intestine, it is at this very moment clawing at the door which from the outside looks like the Hound of the Baskervils has been trying to get in.
Later.
:lol: :lol: :lol: at Claire-Louise!
Bubblegum, ah back to the poo duties, I suppose that you could say that even if it was more.....continent.... you would be taking little doggy bags out with you on walks, so the main thing is to keep it from happening in the house :)
:D Bless him. I bet that felt strange leaving him a creche for the first time (though you will get used to it and the bit of freedom it gives you :) ) It sounds though as if it was one of those moments where you finally get some reward for all the love and care lavished, ie he was so delighted to see you
The first time I had both mine in either crèche or school at the same time, I remember walking out of the crèche and being really concious of the fact that I had two arms and not knowing what to do with them as they had spent the last two few years pushing a pram and holding hands or babies or something! and suddenly I didn't know where to put them, I was walking into town trying them in my various pockets, at my sides, folded, it was strange.
:lol: bubbegum, you are funny!
lindsaygii, that was great that the creche staff could come and get you, hopefully on his next visit, he knows that you are not far away and that you will come back, so can get on and enjoy himself!
Wait till he wants to walk and YOU know it's going to end in him planting his face in the floor..
:)
and stairs!!! what a nightmare! I had two stair gates, on at top one at bottom and it was ME! who repeatedly nearly broke their neck trying to negotiate them.
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Clever boy! Did he get what he wanted??